Into what I saw
A sin of infertile lust
That is the question
To the mortal existing being
An issue of history
Growing tremendously
That is your coming fate
We envenom your body to death
I ask you a question
And demand an answer
So where is the truth
So twisted created
Soon when time comes
An inadable uprise
Is soon to come
In abnormal strength
I know the answer to your questions
Insoluble taste of extinction
Grows within like a torment
Ego grows and truth denies
The inwardly of harmony that is to come
This is the lewd creation
words by Agustin -99